Perfect

Chapter 2

Arriving at school at 9.26 I go to enter the classroom. Mrs Lathom looks at us and then back at the clock before asking us to go and wait in the hall. Oh god, I'm going to get in trouble, I might even get a detention. For fuck sake, Elsie always makes me late for class and I always end up in detention because she wants to look like a whore for school. I mean I don't know why she even bothers, half the time she gets asked to remove her make up anyway as its completely inappropriate for school.

Mrs Lathom comes out of the class room disappointment spread across her face. I really like Mrs Lathom our English teacher, she is a sweet, gently spoken young lady and always made lessons fun and interesting. I was really good at English and thoroughly enjoyed it, I loved writing. I loved making sure all my letters sat at the same height and my work was really neat. If it wasn't I would go home, cross it all out and start again.

"Girls you are nearly half an hour late, this is totally unacceptable you both know class starts at 9am" she says.

I look at Elsie hoping she will take the blame for our lateness and explain that she needed to like like a whore for school today in the hope she can get her leg over at the weekend.She looks at me, smiles then back at Mrs Lathom.

"Sorry Miss, It was Lucy. She had lady troubles you know and needed to get changed"

What a lying bitch, I did not have bloody lady troubles. How dare she throw me under the bus when in fact its her fault we are late. Sometimes I just can't believe how selfish and spiteful she is with no regards to anyone else's feelings but her own. Elsie would often do this, she would never own up to something and take the blame she would shift it onto me. I expected it now if I'm honest.

Mrs Lathom looks at me sympathetically.

"Is that True Lucy?"

I pause for a second thinking about how much I would love tell Mrs Lathom the truth, how Elsies a bully and makes my life a fucking living hell everyday just so she is happy. The thought is short lived I can't, I can't tell her it would be horrendous, the consequences would be unimaginable. I've only a few months left of school now and I can cut her out of my life.

"Yes Miss" I lie.

Mrs Lathom looks at me, sympathy in her eyes. Does she know? Does she know I've just lied to her?

"Are you ok now dear?"

Elsie looks at me nodding, encouraging me to go along with her humiliating lie.

"I'm fine thanks Miss" We head on into class and take our seats. I'm always next to Elsie unable to sit next to anyone else without her being in a mood with me for doing so.

The rest of the lesson goes pretty quickly, it's a double but still flies by. We are learning about Shakespeare.

Elsie tries to talk to me throughout the whole lesson which is seriously annoying as I want to listen. I was never going to get the best grades in any other subject but English I was good at. Elsie didn't even try, sometimes she wouldn't even write the date and she never got in trouble for it.

She was attending the same college as me studying beauty but only because she has to study until she is 18. She wants to be an influencer when she leaves school. I'm not even sure she really knows what an influencer entails but i think she hopes she wil get sent free shit all the time and sit at home. I had tried to explain to her that I think there is more to it than that but she wouldn't have it.

The day goes super quick and before we know it the bell goes for the end of the day. Ah this is the best because not only is it the end of the day it is the end of the week. That means a whole weekend of no Elsie and a whole weekend spent with Arthur. I lived for the weekends, the weekends where I could just spend time with Arthur and my family.

"See you tomorrow then" Elsie says.

What? Tomorrow , what the hell is happening tomorrow? Oh no please tell me we haven't made plans together.

"It's my Birthday tomorrow you do remember don't you? We are going that that party at Jasons" she reminds me.

"Oh yeah, yeah of course I do, see you tomorrow".

I had totally forgotten it was her birthday and we planned to go to a party at Jasons house to celebrate.

Jason was the male whore of our year. He slept with anyone who would have him, which was majority of the girls in our year. He was incredibly hot, typically tall dark and handsome with a body most men could only dream of but he slept with someone different every night. Christ once he was even caught having sex in the school toilets.
The girls loved him, they would try extra hard to be noticed by him. Typically he went for the fakest girls, plastered in make-up, shortest outfits and biggest breasts. Every girl that tried to make it on his list would hope that they would be the one, the one that made him fall in love and live happily ever after but they never were. They were just another number, another tick off his list of girls he has fucked in the school.

I have known Jason since year 7 he was part of our group but we never spoke, not really. He weirds me out a little, how he looks at girls and the ways he just knows he can get anyone he wants. I can see the attraction he is gorgeous but he is also a user with no disregard to anyone's feelings but his own.

Girls are often left heartbroken over him, crying as they watch him hook up with his next victim. I feel for any girl that gets washed up into the Jason bubble, it's a bubble I never want to be in that's for sure.